Barren field under snow
Straws peeking out
As the cricket cries from the barn
Come on moon
Paint your
silvery line
Over my dark
mood
Pond still
pondering
In wintry
darkness
Whether to
turn to ice – or not
Leaden sky
Wind blows
from the bay
Pine and
bamboo bowing
Prostatic
urge
Heart burns
and joint pains
Birds
singing merrily
.
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